Maka leaned back in her chair before waving Soul over. "Does this look right?" Soul leaned over her, looking at the piece of paper before shaking his head and walking back to the chalkboard.
"No, it's C-D-E-D-E-F-E-D-C-D-E-D-C-E-D."
The meister sighed before dropping her head back down to the table. "Soul, I just don't get it." She looked at her partner sadly as he walked back to her desk. He had agreed to give her private music lessons but ever since they started he had been acting strangely. He was becoming increasingly withdrawn and depressed. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. "Hey, are you okay?"
Soul nodded slowly, "Yeah. It's just bringing up some bad memories." He gave her a rather fake looking grin before turning around again. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head over."
"Tell me, please?" Maka plead, she hated how Soul kept so much to himself. "I'm here for you, if you would just let me be."
The scythe turned around to face his meister, "You really wanna know?"
"Yeah..."
"I wrote a song once. Ya know, the kind with lyrics."
"Mhm?"
"I didn't get dinner that night. My dad said it was trash."
"Soul.."
"I was five."
AN: LOL I FORGOT ABOUT THIS. I don't think many people are reading it anyways. One more chapter of WTF coming up.